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day 0/ an intro




Birth of the self? 

day 0/ an intro : 

It’s early morning. Early, early for a Sunday, I am running late, I have to produce something that is worth it. For my class, for my living, for the purpose of my existence. Now that I choose a direction, a topic, a path, I re-ask, I doubt, a lot, always. Maybe it’s because I am still a little bit small, I will gain confidence when I grow. Very soon so. 

How to do better? How to not always write the same endless non-sense. The same topics that turn around in my head. My mom offered me a pencil case when I was little, on it was written “Me, myself, and I”. Shock. Maybe it’s on her, that I am obsessed with who I am and why I am and for what I am. It’s all about this pencil case. Luckily the case is lost, imagine how it would have become if I still had it? Maybe I would have become an even more egocentric, egoistic, ego-everything type of person.

Location: Londres, Royaume-Uni

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